Red Riding Jack
Jack's voice bounced off the wall but James placed the knife on his lips, and I pressed my lips together, fearing that if I don't, he wouldn't hesitate to use it on me.
Jack's footsteps slowly fade away and James pointed the nice to my cheek. "Now, this is what we are going to do." He started, running the blunt side of the knife down my cheeks which felt like torture. "You're going to pretend—scratch that, you're going to forget what you saw here, and you're going to go to your boyfriend and suck his cock like you always do. Is that clear?" He questioned, tightening his hold around my neck.
"Yes," I chocked out and both him and Liam grinned.